Granted, you are bruce willis during the first die hard only it's happening in real life. Having none of his moves the terrorists shoot the glass and instead of hurting your feet you get a large shard right between the eyes. I hear your funeral was lovely.

Granted.. but it's one of those smart-ass, know-it-all, grouchy puffy things that is constantly heckling you.. won't let you sleep.. and yes.. rain.. you truly learn alllll about rain, with this trickly ball of white puff.

I wish I could go wayyyyyyy back and witness the true start of it all.

Granted.. but one day as you slid along the ground, nothing but mischief in your devious little plans.. you spotted what appeared to be a harmless mass of dark blue 'stuff'. Ohhh, with an evil grin, you raced forward to send this poor cerulean thing sky high.. ahhh, but right as you did, the 'stuff' proved to be in miraged form, suddenly shifting into a wobbling bit of sticky jello.. which as we all know, is no good at all for a broom's quality. Now, you're just a stick with stuck together straw.